I took a shit in my grandma’s cat’s litterbox when I was like 13 and my whole family was wilding out trying to figure out why the cat took such a huge dump. Then they took her to the vet and we found out she has feline HIV so in a way, I helped her.
this story was wild from start to finish
remember when Mycroft had a front row seat to Sherlock’s staged suicide? (x)
The houseboat of illustrator Tabby Booth ~ Moon to Moon
Benedict Cumberbatch - IEUR
*reading Rousseau’s Confessions for monday*
"This isn’t bad."
*author suddenly goes into detail on how he got turned on when the pastor’s daughter spanked him and continues to elaborate on how that probably made him enjoy kinky shit*
"This is considerably more interesting than expected."
Rhododendron ponticum. During the search for the missing children, Sherlock identifies the vegetation sample from a footprint as belonging to the same plant that can induce a death-like sleep, reducing a hearbeat to almost nothing. It can also result in watery eyes, if Sherlock crying on the rooftop is what Moffat describes as ‘out of character’.
OH MY GOD.
WHAT IF THAT WAS IT.
WHAT IF THAT WAS THE DETAIL THAT WE’VE ALL MISSED.